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Post by The Stranger on May 5, 2008 23:32:50 GMT -5
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The next morning Dacey awoke in her bedroom, to find a note on her night stand. In Flea's tiny intricate scrawl (and code) it read:
your chariot awaits you outside.
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Post by The Stranger on May 5, 2008 23:40:53 GMT -5
Before the Avalon was a tired looking nag, pulling a flat bed hay wagon. Scav sat atop the wagon, his hands on the reins.
"You ready, hop aboard." He said, holding his hand down, to help the woman up.
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Post by The Stranger on May 5, 2008 23:46:59 GMT -5
"There's hay in the back, and grass on the way." Scav said, "and anyway, she was that way when I got her." He said, flicking the reins, as the horse begins to trot forward. He slides over to give Dacey room.
"Who might this be?" He asks, of the maid.
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Post by The Stranger on May 5, 2008 23:52:43 GMT -5
"Did your maid get a hand written invitation?" Scav scowling, "and does she have a name?" He looked her over. "Beginning your pardon sweetling, not meaning to be rude or nothing."
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Post by The Stranger on May 6, 2008 0:00:17 GMT -5
Scav scowled deeper. "Well she's a far sight better looking, I'll grant her that. Give 'er a seat up here next to me, and we'll get along our way then."
They had ridden for several minutes, and were slowing by the traffic going out the Gate of the Gods when Scav turned.
"Been spending an awful lot of time with the young master." He said, partially a question.
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Post by The Stranger on May 6, 2008 0:05:20 GMT -5
"And how do you find him?" Scav asked, if he noticed the woman's coolness, he didn't seem to care much.
They stopped at the gate, and the guards gave them a brief once over, before Scav clicked his tongue, and the wagon rolled outside of King's landing.
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Post by The Stranger on May 6, 2008 0:11:27 GMT -5
Scav stopped the wagon.
"I mean you and Flea been doing alot of fucking." He said, with a drawl.
The vendor looked at the girl, and than at the cart, "How many you want?" the old woman asked, "Fresh Strawberries, from Bitterbridge, just this week."
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Post by The Stranger on May 6, 2008 0:24:44 GMT -5
Scav laughs, "Not fooling. Who do you think keeps watch while you and he play cum into your castle?"
The Vendor seems pleased by the offer, and takes coin.
"The pears are fresh too, from Duskendale, they had a load of food up that way they got rid of on the cheap, tis a buskel fer a stag."
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Post by The Stranger on May 6, 2008 0:37:07 GMT -5
"All I'm saying is, if I did what you done, They'd be using a pole to fish me out of the Blackwater Rush about now, and I'd be all fish eaten, and smelly, not looking all pretty like you." Scav extended his hand for her to climb up onto the wagon again.
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Post by The Stranger on May 6, 2008 0:41:22 GMT -5
Scav nodded, "He's been kind to all of us, at one time or another. Tis why we do what we do now, the lot of us. Can ya fetch me my bag in the rear of the wagon, has me dragonweed and me pipe in it, and I thought I'd light a bowl, for the journey, if you don't mind." He hooked his thumb and pointed towards the wagon, loaded almost to the top with hay.
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Post by The Stranger on May 6, 2008 0:44:16 GMT -5
Alys pokes around but can't find the pouch. Scav sighs, puts down the reins, turns, and gives Dacey a shove back onto the hay bales.
She lands on something hard, which goes "OOF!"
It sounds like Flea.
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Post by The Stranger on May 6, 2008 0:49:39 GMT -5
Flea laughed, "Scav has his pipe on him, if you'd like to have some, I'm sure he'll share." Flea said. And true enough, Scav took out his pipe, and worked at lighting it, while holding the reins in one hand.
"How are you?" Flea asked, in his quiet voice.
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Post by The Stranger on May 6, 2008 0:56:34 GMT -5
Flea shrugged. "Only time you really needed to hide is the one time you didn't and got caught. Every other time it was just practice." He kissed her back, and put his arms around her, giving her a squeeze.
"Its good to see you." He said, as if they had not spoken in months, instead of hours.
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Post by The Stranger on May 6, 2008 1:06:05 GMT -5
Flea's hand caressed the outside of her thigh, "Well I do not think we need to be as quiet as the Palanquin as we hide." He chuckled, than kissed her again.
Scav exhaled the large amount of smoke he'd been holding in and coughed. "ooh Gods be good," He grunted, as he passed the pipe to Alys.
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Post by The Stranger on May 6, 2008 1:23:36 GMT -5
Flea's eyes opened wide. "I hadn't... considered it, a possibility." Flea said, looking somewhat serious, although his hands do not leave her body.
"C'mon girl, puff puff, and pass, that's how the game is played." Scav said, taking the pipe back and inhaling again. "There she is." he said, handing the pipe back to the maid.
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Hope you all are well and happy.